COG 2: Oh O’Connor

Posted: July 23, 2013 in magic bullet - Chronicles of Gregg


Gregg marched towards a large concrete building. She had to arrive by taxi since the trains apparently have to get their beauty rest. She loved public transportation that wasn’t 24/7.

How half-assed, She brushed off the April mist smoothing out her pants – which were perfectly pressed. Gregg being a powerful, earth shattering witch – commutes. How she hasn’t slain the masses is a wonder to all that know and can’t stand her. Even she has been surprised by her patience with the normals – cowan.

The waxing fingernail moon held strong center in the dark blue sky. It reminded her of her brother’s nail biting. Gregg shivered slightly as the wind sneaked underneath her navy blue trench coat. The seven story state building was one public service that never closed. She hated to admit it, but she loved her work.

On the eighth floor paced an angry and stressed Captain.

“Why is she coming here?” He barked at his communications officer.

“An exchange sir.” Sandy answered back knowing the Captain wasn’t listening.

“What! This isn’t the Red Sox. Who – Who are we trading?” He marched in and out of his open office. His gray hair was in perfect hat head form. His white beard was pristine and trimmed to protocol. His dark navy blue uniform was adorned with medals and his shoes were polished mirrors. He was prepped and ready, just not prepared. The elevator dinged as his eyes locked on it. As the door opened a female silhouette emerged causing the Captain to move forward until the shadow hit the light.

“Oh G.” The Captain shook off the stress.

Gregg nodded moving as swiftly as she could for her dusty corner office. Wow Murray seems a bit stressed today. Maybe it’s the new guy. She laughed at this as she threw her damp jacket on a hook and spun herself dizzy with her chair.

The Captain froze for a second as he watched G rush past him. Well she’d be perfect. She’d also get this person killed. The Captain didn’t necessarily find the person’s death as negative as that person might. But if the person lived, would most likely be scared shitless. They’d never exchange so much as a canine with us again.

“Eureka!” The Captain snapped his fingers together releasing a tiny spark. Sandy let out a grown.

Sandy projected herself temporary sneaking away from the Captain while still being visibly present. She leaned on the door frame watching her longtime friend spin herself dizzy. She shook her long pony-tailed blonde hair and rapped gently on the wall. Gregg stopped immediately. She used the desk to pull herself upright and center.

“Murray is losing it.” Sandy faintly spoke. Gregg looked up and saw the whisp that Sandy’s projection made floating on the opposite side of her glass door. She always wondered what the point of a glass door was anyway.

“Sandy, Sandy, Sandy, when isn’t he loosing it.” As Gregg looked up she noticed Sandy had faded away and the Captain was now in her place. For a brief moment Gregg wondered if Sandy could now shapeshift her projections. Gregg peeked past the Captain to see Sandy looking on anxiously. She shrugged her shoulders and mouthed “Sorry”. Gregg nodded her wide eyes and stood to great the Captain all the while hoping he heard nothing.

“Captain.” Gregg raised her arm and waved the Captain in offering him a seat.

“G. G – G – G.” He tapped his spit shinned toe. Gregg began to worry.

“Sir?” She asked, she had too.

“Uh Sir!” Sandy saved the day. The Captain’s head spun around so fast he wrenched it. He could see the cowan Congresswoman entering with a smartly dressed beat cop by her side. The Captain snapped his sparking fingers at G then pointed for her to follow. The Captain massaged his locked in place neck trying not to look so wounded. Gregg hurried up along side simultaneously joining the group. She reached up and gently pinched the Captain’s neck. His muscles relaxed immediately.

“Is that eucalyptus and mint?” The congresswoman asked.

Dealing with female cowan is trickier than their male counterparts but not always. The keepers of the womb are afforded certain survival instincts the seed keepers don’t require. There is a certain sensitivity child bearers have to the universe. Even an undiscovered reincarnated witch can realize her potential without the aid of the college.

The cowan is a term witches use to identify those that do not and/or can not see. A cowan might declare there is no such thing as ghosts. This of course would insight hysterics here but is a common belief in their mundane world. They also think souls have a mortal anatomy and the afterlife is full of inanimate material stuff – like homes. In the past these cowans have tortured, murdered and worse anyone they thought may even be a witch. A lot of innocent cowan died but the old faith remains deep within them. This keeps the noncowan on edge and some what frustrated. It is inevitable that a cowan will evolve into a witch or wizard.

The frustration stems from the forced disconnect the cowan have enacted. One thing every witch and wizard knows is that a cowan may kill what it doesn’t understand or may learn something but they will most assuredly slaughter what they fear – and whatever that fear is standing next to, across from, over, underneath, second cousin on the step-father’s side – dead. They did invent the nuclear bomb – not very precise people. Oh and torture. While witches/wizards uncovered herbal medicines and stronger metals for mold-able tools. Two very different life paths, but the cowan can never destroy the witch and the witch understands to destroy the cowan is to destroy themselves. So we play this game.

Gregg smiled warmly at the congresswoman and made sure to lock eyes. “Yes, ma’am.” Gregg replied suspiciously eyeing the cowan officer. “The Captain wrenched his neck.”

“And like a good little witch you healed him.” The way the Congresswoman said witch silenced the entire floor. Oh witches are peaceful. They are the most enlightened and peaceful beings on the planet. They are born with an awareness of their prior lives and often come across the soul that took theirs; maybe even their children’s lives yet they will not harm the new form. The Congresswoman was one such form. The floor watched her like a hawk to a rat. She was familiar to them, to them all. The pitch of her voice, how she carries herself, her mannerisms, she was cluelessly telling them all about her.

“Good, bad, I’m the one that can turn you into a toad.” Gregg swiftly replied. the kept officer cracked a smile at this. The Congresswoman was less than pleased as her temperature began to rise adding to the shade of pink she had already painted on.

“If you would,” The Captain used his strong and steady voice to control the Congresswoman’s temper. “please to follow me to my office.”

The Captain turned sharply and marched them into his office. Gregg was tempted to cut the Congresswoman off in midstep but allowed her to follow tightly behind the Captain. Once they had all huddled into his soundproof cell the Captain manually shut the door. Normally it would close on its on, but Murray didn’t want to scare the already frightened any further.

“So this is…” Started the Captain.

“think of it as a liaison program. Where one of ours gets to learn all about yours.” The Congresswoman spoke through her teethy grin.

“Oh, so am I liaising with your old crew?” Gregg asked curiously speaking to the officer. He seemed to be a shy fellow as he made no attempt to speak or move. Always like a cowan to play dead in front of their Alpha.

“No.” The Congresswoman replied. “besides you were cowan once. Therefore you know everything don’t you.”

“True, but it’s been lifetimes since my vision was that narrow. I have most likely forgotten to hate people different from me. Is it still the commies? Or could it be the black farmers? No no I hear you people are so demented it has come down to what hole they stick it in.” Gregg had gone too far and worshiped every second of it. The redder the Congresswoman got the more smug Gregg became.

“So it’s one sided.” The Captain evoked the voice silencing the room. “This certainly limits your people Martha, but who am I to care.”

“limits? Why we have him. He will report his findings directly to my office.” The Congresswoman blindly defended.

“Cowan.” Gregg spit the word out with disdain. “You’re sending a blindman into the Louvre for a description of the Mona Lisa. You are aware you have to evolve to this point – naturally.

“Lt.” The Captain glared at her.

Sir, you’re not serious. Gregg telepathically spoke. He wont even be able to see most of the emanations, and he has no protection.

“Ah yes – you have to sign this waiver and there will be some minor training.” The Captain tossed a manuscript of forms on the desk near the Officer.

“this seems a little much.” Martha leaned over the Officer scanning thru.

“Sir, I’m signing away my soul?” The Officer spoke and his human voice shook. Gregg was surprised at the softness of his voice. His cover shadowed his eyes, but from the jets of unconfined hair which peaked from underneath his cover he was blonde.

“No. Never do that son. Ever!” The Captain’s tone had gone to authoritative and as his voice rose the lights began to dim and the walls felt as if they were closing in on them.

“Yes Sir.” replied the nervous Officer.

“there is a possibility you might lose your soul.” The officer looked at him with wide eyed bewilderment. “We believe in our society that we should be completely forthcoming with all information so that the soul is able to make a true intelligent decision. To stunt the person is to stunt us all.”

The officer could only nod at this.

“Lt. Georgia W Messenger will escort you through training, answer all questions, and if need be travel through the etherial in order to recover your soul.” Captain Murray stepped aside and presented G to…

“I’m Investigator O’Conner, recently promoted.” He grinned.

Captain Murray soaked O’Conner in and liked what he saw. He folded his arms and gave him a once over.

He’s so unsure of himself, G interrupted Murray’s thoughts with her own.

His ego is in check, The Captain nodded. I like him. Keep him safe and let him feel like he’s spying on you.

“What?” She accidentally said aloud. She grinned to the Congresswoman and nodded a hello to O’Conner. Spying?

The cowan is here to spy, throw him a few bones. Leave your journal out for him to peruse or absently leave the files unlocked.

The game. The stupid cowan game. Gregg moved over and took O’Conner by the arm.

“Is it too early to steal you?” She was asking the Congresswoman. O’Conner tensed in her presence and further stiffened as she touched him, just not in a good way. “I’d like to show my new man our digs.”

Murray nodded and couldn’t help but snap his heels together. The Captain escorted the Congresswoman to the cafe for a midnight coffee and chat.

“So, you’re a spy huh.” Gregg asked jumping in her chair and offering up the others to O’Conner.

O’Conner fidgeted a bit with his uniform.

“You no longer have to wear that. Plain clothes is best to be honest. Non retardant though.” Gregg was relishing this too much. “Dragons.” She added, knowing full well dragon died off thousands of years ago – but there’s always that hope.

“Dragons.” O’Conner took his cover off and brushed back his thick blonde hair. He was attractive – no Yummy! All he needed was a tan and you might think he was a surfer. His nose was large (don’t ask why, but this was Gregg’s immediate favorite feature) and his jaw was cut from stone – his ears complimented him perfectly. Gregg was gazing at him. He could sense it – huh, he could see it. The entire floor noticed the energy shift. Gregg shook herself free but not before overly flushing.

“Are you alright?” He asked

Gregg crossed her legs thought of the last plague of boils she had to quarantine. She absently unbuttoned her blouse, just enough to get air. Trying to save face – or perhaps hide her foolishness she aged herself slightly. “Menopause.” She nodded.

O’Conner being a curious heterosexual looked at the late thirty year old before him and grinned. It was a Cheshire cat grin – Gregg noticed. She also noticed his eyes didn’t waver. For a moment, they locked. Gregg looked away knowing she was already in way over her head.

“Uhg,” She groaned switching her mood as fast as she could “Raincheck.” O’Connor looked puzzled. Gregg pointed to the miles of paperwork he needed to accomplish. “Step one; sign your life away. Step two; learn how not to get murdered, possessed, eaten, fried, cursed, and sometimes on a good day turned into a gelatinous primal ooze.”


Leave your mark or go for a walk. Both sound pretty nice.

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